There is something special about a woman's first caning. I remember the first time I caned my wife in Hawaii and the benefits it brought forth, as far as her behaviors, were concerned. How I was able to discipline her late at night (if needed) as she buried her face into a pillow, but the strokes could be administered silently enough, as to not alert the neighbors. That time Tiki drove home after drinking from her bartending job. The next day taking her to The Pleasure Chest, to not only have her choose a cane (the classic 'J Handle') but her embarrassment of having her bend over to sample a few strokes, as shoppers smiled. How she pushed her face into the pillow, just like my wife had years before, as the cane left those first stripes that hand lasted, over a month.

So, when Emily requested the cane, I knew it had to be a special experience for her. It wasn't just a couple (as I felt it might be) instead she took several strokes (as you will witness) on an already, very sore bottom. First canings are special. Getting to watch a first caning, of a gorgeous woman with an amazing bottom like Emily's... Pure gold!